I stare. It can't be. Is the figure fantasy?
A figment of my emotive memories? A spook?
Reality check: it is her. After all these years?
What are the odds? How is this possible?
Why did it happen? And is still happening?
Who is behind it? Who else knows?
Who to trust? No one. Not even her.
What to do? My next manoeuvre is crucial.
I choose to follow. I walk directly into a minefield.